Later that afternoon, Zoey began to tire and looked listless, so Sienna cut their trip to the amusement park short.
When they arrived home, she was surprised to find Ethan already there.
He sat on the couch with his legs crossed, typing on his laptop.
His attention was fixed on the screen, and the sleeves of his white dress shirt were rolled neatly to his elbows, every inch the accomplished executive.
'Why isn't he out with his first love and her evil son?'
Sienna hadn't expected to see him.
Not that she intended to acknowledge him.
After their ugly argument earlier, she had no desire to speak to him. She simply poured a glass of water for Zoey.
As she did, her thoughts inevitably returned to the divorce papers.
'Has he even read it? Why is he dragging this out without giving me a
